Not Dead Yet: A British Zombie Apocalypse Series - Books 1-3 by K. Bartholomew

Author:K. Bartholomew [Bartholomew, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-05T22:00:00+00:00

Vocation In Life

The next morning an aid to General Mackenzie galloped in demanding to know what of the provisions we’d promised to send for our fighting brothers in the castle and that we’d better get to it quick, or else the general himself would be back down here like a shot, and bringing all bloody hell with him too.

Dolan had pardoned himself then returned after five minutes having thought up the excuse that he’d been unable to spare the horses because they were out foraging or scouting or training or else carrying out the other business of a cavalry battalion in wartime. More discussions ensued, after which Dolan decided to relinquish a token quantity of cheese and Scotch, enough to hopefully pacify the general long enough for the dead to arrive, by which time it’d be too late for interference and unwanted messengers to risk the near four mile trip from the castle to Redford Barracks.

Two days after that, the customary dust cloud appeared in the sky to the south, easily visible from within the low brick walls of our garrison. Another messenger was received, demanding cheese and Scotch with haste along with a dozen or so homing pigeons that had been hatched and raised at Redford, just so the general, if needed, could remain in contact with us. Pigeons were a faster method of sending messages than horse, even over short distances, and in the case of an emergency, which was expected, easy communication would be essential.

I’m not sure what happened to the messenger, but a few hours after arriving, his mount was placed in our stables along with the rest, the only horse in the barracks that wasn’t grey.

A pigeon did make it through and carried a message apparently summoning Dolan to the castle, but he didn’t go and unfortunately I wasn’t privy to the reply the colonel had spent an hour crafting before sending back the same way.

During the three days since arriving back, I’d been kept busy supervising construction of the supplemented and improved defences. And what better man for it, aye? Why have engineers and a team of experienced sappers when you could have a genuine coward for the task and I wondered if Dolan was even aware as to the genius behind his decision making. Indeed, it was the first time in my short ‘soldiering’ career I genuinely felt I was doing some good, that I’d found my calling, my vocation in life, as it were. And now with the dead almost upon us, shooting Dolan or anyone else was the furthest thing from my mind, not whilst he and I were likeminded, for the time being at least. Whilst I cared about my name and reputation, it came far down the list of priorities when my own personal safety was in doubt, as it now certainly was. So Sheehan could whistle for his order. And so could Horse Guards. At least for the moment.

Indeed, I attacked the job with a rare venom, being

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